Chapter 11
Chapter Eleven
Kip
My heart pounded all the way to our bedroom.
This is important.
Mason has never been with anyone.
I have to make this good for him.
Sure, thoughts of sinking into his tight body consumed me, but it was more than that. I wanted him to enjoy it.
I’d lost track of how many girls I’d had sex with, and while I’d never taken one encounter for granted, they all paled in the face of what was coming. It didn’t matter that I was a complete novice when it came to fucking guys.
I’d learn along with Mason, and this was not going to be a fuck.
We stood in the middle of the bedroom, Mason naked, his arms looped around my neck as we kissed, my hands on his neck, his shoulders, his ass.
“Not sure about that shower,” I muttered.
“I’ve been working in the yard. Running. I stink.”
I grinned. “I know. And I love it.” Before he could argue, I locked lips with him and poured my heart and soul into that kiss. “Are you nervous?” I murmured between kisses.
Mason huffed out a breath. “Duh.”
I pulled back, held his face in my hands, and looked him in the eye.
“I promise, I’ll take it slow. And I will make it good for you.”
He flushed. “I know that. As long as you get to enjoy it too. This isn’t a one-way street, y’know.”
I chuckled. “Oh baby, I’m gonna love every second of it.”
“Can I undress you?”
I smiled. “I’d like that.”
I stood still while Mason removed every last stitch of clothing, and when my cock rose, his breathing hitched.
Before I could utter a word, he sank to his knees and took my shaft between his lips.
Within seconds I was buried in that tight throat, my hands on the back of his head, encouraging him to take me deeper.
I fucking loved the way he went down on me.
I stared at his bobbing head, his lips stretched around my girth, my cock slick with his saliva as I thrust into his glorious mouth.
“You are so good at that,” I whispered, unable to look away.
Mason’s gaze flickered up to meet mine, and I swear, I almost came on the spot.
I pulled free of him. “Now I want my turn.” I sat on the bed, pillows stuffed behind me, and gestured to my lap. “Straddle me.” Mason knelt astride me, and I shifted lower. “Hands on the headboard.”
His eyes narrowed. “Why?”
“Because I’m going to suck you too.”
His mouth fell open. “But you don’t have to do that. You’re my Dominant, so all you should be doing is receiving pleasure.”
I should have realized he’d bring this up again.
Time to nip it in the bud.
“It will bring me pleasure,” I insisted. “Hearing you come apart, seeing you get so worked up you don’t know what to do with your hands, having you beg me for release? That will make me happier than I can say.”
“But—”
I hated to play the Dominant card, but if I was going to get him to learn how good it could be when we were both on the same page? So be it.
“Do it, or we stop everything here.” I wrapped my hand around my somewhat softer shaft. “You won’t get this anymore. We’ll look at sleeping in separate bedrooms.”
I swear his jaw almost hit the floor. “But why?”
“As a wise man once said about a minute ago, this isn’t a one-way street.” I speared him with an intense gaze. “Now, are you gonna do as I asked, or do we have to sit and talk some more?” I smirked. “Because while this is an important conversation to be having, it’s kinda killing the mood.”
His cheeks flushed. “I don’t want you to regret this.”
“I promise you, I will never regret anything between us.” I pointed to my chest. “Now, mount up, hands on the headboard.”
Mason was still for a few moments, then a deep, shuddering sigh rolled out of him.
He got onto the bed and threw a leg over my chest. He put his trembling hands on the rail, but didn’t move.
That wasn’t going to work for me. I grabbed his hips and lifted him up, bringing him closer, until the head of his cock brushed my lips, leaving a thin layer of lip balm in its wake.
My first taste of pre-cum had me questioning why I’d ever thought this would turn me off.
It was sweet, with just a hint of bitterness.
I wanted—needed—more. I licked it, loving the groan rolling out of him.
I opened for him, and Mason slid his shaft inside with a low moan of pleasure.
I grabbed his ass and squeezed as he rocked in and out of my mouth, shallow thrusts, his breathing ragged.
“Kip… fuck, that feels amazing.”
I pulled him toward me, and he went deep, his eyes closed, his lips parted, lost in a world of sensation. I loved seeing that look, but I knew if I let him, he’d come, and I wanted to be inside him when that happened.
I reached into the nightstand drawer and took out the box of condoms and the bottle of lube.
Mason jerked free, his chest heaving. “Do you know what you’re doing? I mean, you’ve never—”
I curled my fingers around his slick cock, tugging gently on it.
“You have a hole. I have a dick. I’m pretty sure we can figure it out.”
He widened his eyes. “You… you’ve done this before.”
I grinned. “Believe it or not, most high school girls aren’t into ass play.
I’m looking forward to this, because it’s going to be something no one else will ever share with me.
” Then I drew him down to me, and we kissed, his breathing rapid.
“So I’m excited. Wanna know why? Because this is gonna be nothing like anything I’ve ever done before.
” I gazed into his eyes. “Because it’s with you.
It’s us.” I handed him a condom. “Okay, lesson number one—putting on a condom the right way round.”
He snorted. “Is there a wrong way?”
“You’re about to find out.”
I had to admit, this was fun, watching him glove me up. “Use more lube,” I told him.
“But remember, Omegas make their own lubrication. We don’t need this.”
I had remembered, but I also figured he’d be incredibly tight, and no way would I ever want to hurt him, so more lube was needed. Besides, lube was our friend.
I pressed a slick finger into his hole, then another, taking my time, and Mason shuddered through it all. All the while I worked his dick, and that baby was like steel. I didn’t let up kissing him, grounding him, reassuring him that making love was going to be awesome.
Yeah, that was how I saw this. How corny was that? Guys our age didn’t talk like that. I could never say those words to Mase. He’d tease me relentlessly. And I’d probably get all giddy and smile and kiss him and tell him I wanted to do it again.
With Mason, I couldn’t help myself.
At last, he knelt astride me, knees wide, and lowered himself until the head of my dick was right there, pressing against his warm slick hole.
“Take your time,” I whispered. “I’m not gonna move until you give the word, okay?”
He swallowed and nodded, reaching back to guide me into him.
Fuck, the heat, the tightness…
I stared into his eyes. “Oh my fucking God, you feel so good.”
Mason stared back, mouth open. “I can feel every inch of you.” I reached up and tweaked his nipples, and he groaned. “When you do that, I swear, it’s like there’s a direct line to my dick.” Lower, lower, until at last my cock was sheathed in his sexy, tight body.
I did my best to keep still, playing with his dick, his nipples, feeling him clench around my shaft.
He took a deep breath. “ I think…I’m ready for more.”
I nodded. “I’m gonna let you do all the work. Rock on it, baby. Do what feels good.”
Mason leaned over and our lips met in a lingering kiss. “Love you,” he whispered.
I smiled. “I love you too.” Saying those words while I was inside him was the best feeling ever.
He began to gyrate, slowly at first, and I stroked his ass and thighs, gentle movements that kept time with him. Gasps and low cries tumbled from his lips, and I loved every fucking sound. When he picked up the pace a little, I grabbed his waist and thrust up into him.
Mason’s eyes widened. “More,” he whimpered.
I obliged, tilting my hips as I filled him again and again, Mason impaling himself on my shaft, pounding even faster now, his kisses breathless and urgent.
His dick pointed at me like an arrow, hard and leaking more pre-cum, and I brushed my thumb over the slit, bringing his nectar to my lips once more.
“You taste good,” I murmured.
“Kip… I don’t think I can last much longer,” he gasped.
“On your back,” I told him.
Mason raised himself and flopped onto his back.
I shoved a pillow under his hips, added more lube, and pressed back into him in one smooth, leisurely thrust. I grabbed his ankles and lifted his legs until his calves rested on my shoulders.
Then I hooked my arms under his knees and slid all the way home.
Seeing him beneath me, kissing him, the two of us locked together…
Wonder and awe overwhelmed me. This was beyond anything I’d experienced.
“Love you, Mason.” I locked lips with him, my hips rolling as I filled him over and over, feeling him tremble, his fingers digging into my shoulders.
Then his eyes went as large as saucers, his body seized my shaft in a vise, and warmth spread between our bodies.
I held him as his orgasm shuddered its way through him, my nostrils filled with the scent of him, raw and primal and earthy.
And when he let out a lingering moan, I couldn’t hold back another second.
I shot hard, worried the condom wouldn’t be able to contain it all. Our lips met in a long, fervent kiss.
Mason clung to me, covered in a sheen of sweat, my own body just as slick, and I groaned into his mouth.
I didn’t want to move. I wanted to stay inside him, feeling his heat. What we’d shared was slow, sweet, and sensual, and I knew I would want to do it again soon.
Mason
Oh my god, I just had sex. With Kip. And it was fucking good.
I absolutely loved how careful he was, how he demanded what he wanted, took what he desired, but still cared enough to ensure I was enjoying myself. My heart was thumping overtime.
A Dominant is nothing like I’d expected.
My only example had been Jerome, and I assumed they’d all be self-centered, egotistical pricks.
Not Kip. He was what he’d always been. My Kip.
“That was amazing,” I panted.
“You took the words right out of my mouth,” he said. “Lemme get rid of the condom, and we’ll snuggle for a bit.”
“‘Snuggle’? You’re so cute,” I teased.
“So I like snuggling,” he insisted, glaring at me. “What’s wrong with that?”
I’d made him angry, and I didn’t want that. “Nothing, Kip. I didn’t mean anything by it.”
He shook his head. “I’m sorry, I shouldn’t have messed with you. I love cuddling, especially with you. You fit beside me perfectly, like we were made for each other.”
“Wolves believe that. A submissive Omega and their Dominant are made for each other.”
“Whoever made that rule has my vote for Person of the Year.”
He made quick work of the rubber, then came back to the bed, laid down beside me, and dragged the blanket over us.
He pulled me against him, and I could feel the sticky head of his cock rubbing over my crack.
I badly wanted him to push it in, to let me feel what it was like for him to come inside me.
He doesn’t want kids, remember? At least, that was the impression I’d gotten. So that wouldn’t be happening, and I was fine with that. Really.
Okay, not really.
An Omega’s desire for children was a biological imperative. We were literally made to have the kids and extend our family and pack line.
Kip pressed a warm kiss to the back of my neck. “What’s going on in your brain?” His husky voice reverberated through me.
Telling him nothing would be useless. He’d needle me until he got the truth, so why bother trying to hide it?
“I was thinking how I wanted you to fuck me again, but without a condom this time.” I held my breath.
“Without a…” I caught his sharp intake of breath. “You want kids?”
I nodded, suddenly unable to speak. I had to see his face, so I rolled over.
He was grinning. “Really? You want to have children? My children?”
Okay, that grin undid something inside me.
“Yes, I really do. I understand that you don’t, so we’ll—”
“Wait a sec, who said I don’t? I would absolutely love to have kids with you someday when we’re all stable. God, how amazing would it be to have the little pitter-patter of feet running around the house? I mean, I know we wouldn’t get much sleep—”
“Oh, I would take care of the kids,” I promised him. “You wouldn’t—”
His eyes narrowed. “If you say something stupid, we will have problems.”
“I’m just saying, you wouldn’t have to help with them. I can take care of that.”
And then he pounced, pinning me to the bed, his mouth next to my ear.
“You will not, and let me repeat that, not take away the joy of helping to raise my kids. I’m never going to be one of those fathers who pushes things off on his wife.
” He looked at me, then bit his lip. “I mean, mate. My dad’s buddy was like that, and his kids hated him.
I want our kids to love me. To ask me to play ball with them or to have a tea party.
I never want you to say, ‘Daddy is tired, so let him rest’.
Promise me you’ll hold me to a higher standard. ”
He wants kids with me.
He wants to be part of their lives.
“Could you be any more perfect?” I asked.
That wonderful grin was back.
“Just wait, baby. I’m gonna blow your mind with how awesome I can be.” Then he waggled his brows, and I thanked the makers that Kip was my mate.